Sam's Tears
by Mainecoon
Originally written, quite a long time ago, for the person currently known as Sally Gardens.
The wild horses in my heart will not be tamed,
Just like the feelings they inspire cannot be named.
I feel their pounding hoof-beats dancing in my mind,
Bringing back memories that won't be left behind.
I see him shivering as we near Sammath Naur,
The nightmares growing strong with every passing hour.
My arms coil 'round him in a brotherly embrace.
The strain of living is imprinted on his face.
The herd collectively rears up in ecstasy,
Their white manes splashing, clashing, then they are the Sea.
Rough horseheads gallop by in side-step crablike form,
Their eyes turned up to hail the coming of a storm.
I see him looking back eternally towards home
From lands where only fools had ever dared to roam.
My hands grasp his as darkness blankets harsh remains
Of glowing sanity, destroyed by unhealed pains.
A single figure silhouetted on the beach
Pounds hooves to tell me, rain will come within my reach..
Oh, how I long to mount his downy back and ride
Across the ocean to the blessed Other Side.
I have no chance for further memories to come
Before the scene dies out and I begin to hum
The tune that, for a second, is my song
While tears burst forth. Now they will crash down hard and long.
...end...
by Mainecoon
Originally written, quite a long time ago, for the person currently known as Sally Gardens.
The wild horses in my heart will not be tamed,
Just like the feelings they inspire cannot be named.
I feel their pounding hoof-beats dancing in my mind,
Bringing back memories that won't be left behind.
I see him shivering as we near Sammath Naur,
The nightmares growing strong with every passing hour.
My arms coil 'round him in a brotherly embrace.
The strain of living is imprinted on his face.
The herd collectively rears up in ecstasy,
Their white manes splashing, clashing, then they are the Sea.
Rough horseheads gallop by in side-step crablike form,
Their eyes turned up to hail the coming of a storm.
I see him looking back eternally towards home
From lands where only fools had ever dared to roam.
My hands grasp his as darkness blankets harsh remains
Of glowing sanity, destroyed by unhealed pains.
A single figure silhouetted on the beach
Pounds hooves to tell me, rain will come within my reach..
Oh, how I long to mount his downy back and ride
Across the ocean to the blessed Other Side.
I have no chance for further memories to come
Before the scene dies out and I begin to hum
The tune that, for a second, is my song
While tears burst forth. Now they will crash down hard and long.
...end...